The warm glow of sunset filled Eliza’s cozy cabin. The golden rays filtered through delicate lace curtains, dancing on wooden tables and polished surfaces. In the center, a beautifully laid tea table held a steaming pot, a plate of freshly baked scones, and a porcelain cup filled with the aromatic brew.
Eliza sat there, lost in thought, the warm tea cupped between her slender fingers. Her sister witches were busy. She traced the intricate patterns on the cup, each swirl and line echoing the tangled emotions in her heart. Even though she wanted it, Thomas’s possible rejection loomed over her, the most challenging decision she had ever faced.
A sudden chill swept through her as she sipped her tea. It was as if a dark wave had passed through the very core of her being, chilling her to the b
